10 days to go
\nand tonight on the farm
\nwe are all jumpy
\nthere just is no calm
\nour hearts they are beating
\nso fast and so loud
\neveryone’s frightened
\neven the proud
\nCock Turkeys blazing
\nwith colour and comb
\nall of us truly, we
\nwe know that our home
\nis up for grabs and
\nwe are sure it reveals
\nsomething is happening
\nalready the squeals
\nfrom over the wall
\nwhere the Capons and Ducks
\nare staying
\nwe just don’t feel right
\nit just sucks!<\/p>\n
the men in the yard
\nThey are all out of sight
\nChristmas is coming
\nand there is no light
\nI think that means wishbones and
\nstuffing, my sense
\nis that we have a break out
\njump over the fence
\ntogether we really are feeling
\nforlorn
\nfor if we all stay here
\nour necks will be torn
\nit means one thing I’m sure
\ndeath in a breath
\nloss of feathers and more
\nI don’t want to die
\nof that I am sure
\nI am still a young soul
\n70 days old
\nand hung on some pole
\nthrottled, no way
\nto treat a proud bird
\nthe thought of all this
\nis well, bloody absurd
\nso I’m over the fence
\nif I get the chance
\ninto the forest
\na wild turkey dance
\nI’ll share with the Moles and the Deer’s
\nand the Fox
\nI’m off for otherwise
\nI’ll be in box
\na bronze gold medal
\nand all of that stuff
\nand as I have told you
\nI’ve now had enough<\/p>\n
if I stay here I’m dead
\nso I’ll, squeeze between
\nthe fence and the shed
\nand be gone yea I mean
\nGobble Gobble Goodbye
\nI’d rather be cold
\nthan cut up in some pie
\nand bloody well rolled
\nin force meat and sage
\nwith a holly sprig stuck
\nout of my arse
\nlike a prize looking duck
\nSanta and Jesus
\nI don’t want to know
\nI don’t want to die
\nI just want to go
\nbeing alive means so much to me
\nand the forest is dense
\nas dense as can be<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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